Prologue
A woman with a long, flowing black cloak runs panicked through the cold, empty streets of HomerGlen, IL. As she splashes through the puddles in the street, the caped lady constantly glances over her shoulder peering into the rainy void of night. Never revealing her face or skin she runs through the city confused, looking for someone or something. Startled by the sound of approaching footsteps, she stops momentarily to listen before changing direction and running into the darkness. As she runs ever faster, she tightly grips the handle of a basket under her cape, protecting it from the downpour. Then as sudden as the lightning around her, she stops near a small house in the middle of the field she has now found herself in. Just as fast as the thunder following the flashes she was running again, this time twards the sandy colored door at the front of the house intent on fulfilling her mission and losing her persuer. As she gets up under the ledge of the roof, out of the rain, she carefully places the wicker basket onto the stone steps. Disclosing the secret contents of the basket are a few small pale white blankets with a fine baby blue silk trim. The woman leans down and places a note unto the blankets and as she does so a piece of her red hair falls out from under her hood. The woman then reaches out her white hand to the brass knocker and gives it three hard knocks before leaving. The door is opened a moment later by Mr. Andrew Stone in his blue and white striped pajamas. He sees the large basket and looks up to see the woman hurrying away into the night. He calls out to her, but she runs out of site ignoring the man. The man's wife Winifred comes up behind him in her white lacey nightgown. She looks at the old wicker basket and asks to her husband "What's going on? Who left that here?." All he can reply is "There was a woman running away that's all I know." Winifred reaches for the faded yellowed note. It reads:
Dearest Sir or Madam,
Inclosed in the basket is my most prised possesion. I hoped it would not come to this, but I am being hunted by someone and I fear for my child Lelia. She is only a year old. Her middle name is Elizabeth and her birthday is July 7th, 1989. I hope you will accept my plea and my daughter. She needs a good family and I hope you are it. Please keep my daughter safe and secret. She is in fact a mutant and needs to be kept out of public. Please homeschool her as her advanced mind needs schooling. Please keep her safe. Be the parents she needs.
With Deepest Senseriority,
A concerned Mother.
Winifred stared blankly at the note with her dark brown eyes unable to say anything for a moment then replied "Well Andrew, what should we do with her? Should we keep her? Even if she is a....mutant?"
He looked at the pleading look in his wife's eyes and the slight smile on her wrinkled face and reluctantly said "What else can we do?"
A big smile crept over the 45 year old lady's face. "Thank-you" she said very happily as she removed the child from under the blankets revelealing her small white face. A small piece of her short curly red hair was to the side of her right eye. When Winifred pulled the blankets off the girl a bit more she notices two transparent wings. She is a bit surprised by the wings and stares at them as they glisten and glitter in the shine of the porch light. Her husband who had been rereading the parchment, looks over at the infant and sees her wings and starts getting a serious look on his face. The blackhaired lady holding the child looks over at him and seeing the look on his face, replies rather calmly, "Remember you promised we could keep her and by saying that you have to accept the child's wings. Now come on, we have to get young Lelia to bed."
A woman with a long, flowing black cloak runs panicked through the cold, empty streets of HomerGlen, IL. As she splashes through the puddles in the street, the caped lady constantly glances over her shoulder peering into the rainy void of night. Never revealing her face or skin she runs through the city confused, looking for someone or something. Startled by the sound of approaching footsteps, she stops momentarily to listen before changing direction and running into the darkness. As she runs ever faster, she tightly grips the handle of a basket under her cape, protecting it from the downpour. Then as sudden as the lightning around her, she stops near a small house in the middle of the field she has now found herself in. Just as fast as the thunder following the flashes she was running again, this time twards the sandy colored door at the front of the house intent on fulfilling her mission and losing her persuer. As she gets up under the ledge of the roof, out of the rain, she carefully places the wicker basket onto the stone steps. Disclosing the secret contents of the basket are a few small pale white blankets with a fine baby blue silk trim. The woman leans down and places a note unto the blankets and as she does so a piece of her red hair falls out from under her hood. The woman then reaches out her white hand to the brass knocker and gives it three hard knocks before leaving. The door is opened a moment later by Mr. Andrew Stone in his blue and white striped pajamas. He sees the large basket and looks up to see the woman hurrying away into the night. He calls out to her, but she runs out of site ignoring the man. The man's wife Winifred comes up behind him in her white lacey nightgown. She looks at the old wicker basket and asks to her husband "What's going on? Who left that here?." All he can reply is "There was a woman running away that's all I know." Winifred reaches for the faded yellowed note. It reads:
Dearest Sir or Madam,
Inclosed in the basket is my most prised possesion. I hoped it would not come to this, but I am being hunted by someone and I fear for my child Lelia. She is only a year old. Her middle name is Elizabeth and her birthday is July 7th, 1989. I hope you will accept my plea and my daughter. She needs a good family and I hope you are it. Please keep my daughter safe and secret. She is in fact a mutant and needs to be kept out of public. Please homeschool her as her advanced mind needs schooling. Please keep her safe. Be the parents she needs.
With Deepest Senseriority,
A concerned Mother.
Winifred stared blankly at the note with her dark brown eyes unable to say anything for a moment then replied "Well Andrew, what should we do with her? Should we keep her? Even if she is a....mutant?"
He looked at the pleading look in his wife's eyes and the slight smile on her wrinkled face and reluctantly said "What else can we do?"
A big smile crept over the 45 year old lady's face. "Thank-you" she said very happily as she removed the child from under the blankets revelealing her small white face. A small piece of her short curly red hair was to the side of her right eye. When Winifred pulled the blankets off the girl a bit more she notices two transparent wings. She is a bit surprised by the wings and stares at them as they glisten and glitter in the shine of the porch light. Her husband who had been rereading the parchment, looks over at the infant and sees her wings and starts getting a serious look on his face. The blackhaired lady holding the child looks over at him and seeing the look on his face, replies rather calmly, "Remember you promised we could keep her and by saying that you have to accept the child's wings. Now come on, we have to get young Lelia to bed."